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A Life Well Lived

 


My grandma's sister, Cucu Nyokabi, passed away last week on Friday. 29th Jan 2021. She passed away at the age of 107. I found out first thing in the morning, when I opened my WhatsApp to see dozens of messages from my cousins. Multiple WhatsApp images captioned, "RIP cucu". Even though she had a long, wonderful life, the messages still caught me by surprise. "Say it isn't so", I murmured to myself as I scrolled through the few images that couldn't even begin to summarize her life. She was my grandma's last living sibling and I felt like this was the end of a generation.

I am named after my grandma, so in a way, Cucu Nyokabi was my sister. Those are the words my aunt used when she called me to update me about the plans for the burial, "Will you be able to come and bury your sister?" 

In the past few days, I have been thinking a lot about my grandma. My Cucu Nyokabi looked exactly like my grandma. My cousins and I were really fond of her because she reminded us of my late grandma. She was also the closest thing we had to a grandparent. Whenever any of us visited my grandma's house, we'd take a few minutes to pass by Cucu Nyokabi's house to say hi. 

Grandparents are such a blessing and it saddens me to say goodbye to my last one. Rest in peace Cucu. Rest in peace my sister. 

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